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Your Walk is Good For the World

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Dabbu had been holed up inside his flat for a long time now. He got his food delivered and had always had groceries delivered too. He didn’t even remember the last time he had felt sunlight on his skin for he didn’t use to open the curtains. He quite liked living this way, just lying on the couch, watching the tele, or reading a book. He liked to say he used to cook a lot. Not loved to, or preferred to, just used to. The truth was that he was hardly any regular and certainly not a big cook. He … Continue reading Your Walk is Good For the World

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Just How Hot is it Outside?

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As far back as he could remember, he had been doom scrolling through life. Every single day, he would wake up an hour before the daily touchpoint with his work team, then check social media, brush, shit, coffee, check social media, news, stretch, oats, check social media, regret, work phone, anxiety, and then zoom meetings. Finally, at the end of the work day, he would sit back on his couch and scroll on his iPad mindlessly. This routine was disturbed in the last week. The internet had been patchy for weeks but since last week it had been completely dead. … Continue reading Just How Hot is it Outside?

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A Client Presentation on a Hot Afternoon

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It was one of the stuffiest afternoons and the central air conditioning was proving to be useless. It was just as hot inside as it was outside where even the sun seemed to be sweating. But heat was not the biggest problem today, I was presenting the slide deck I had created as a sales pitch for our client. It had taken all of fifteen days, weekends included, seven rounds of reviews including two with partners. Everything was to everyone’s taste except the pricing slide, which has forever been a thorn in the flesh as the client never agrees to … Continue reading A Client Presentation on a Hot Afternoon

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The Man Who Couldn’t Smile

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After putting his pen down, Jinnah fingered the rim of the hollow of his cheek. He always loved scrolling through the arch of his upper jaw. It felt like the shape of a border. He had been asked by his advisors to smile more, look at Gandhi, they would say, he is always smiling, even when he is fasting or caught sleeping. Nobody wants to see a grumpy old grandpa fighting other grandpas. Smile sells. No matter what you build today, people are going to bring it down. They will destroy each art, writing, house, dreams, lives, musics you create. … Continue reading The Man Who Couldn’t Smile

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This One Mod will Change Your Life

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Everything around him went foggy and when he shut tight his eyelids, water fell off like a juicy lemon being squeezed. Gah, fuck no, it’s happening, he thought and looked around the metro, and saw someone deep into their phone. Perhaps looking at old photos, old memories. Verma’s Emotion Prevention Mod came with an evil side effect – it pulled sad memories and emotions from people nearby. He had installed the mod to suppress his memories, memories that would be tagged tragic by the built-in AI engine. But all the mods sold these days came with serious defects. The markets … Continue reading This One Mod will Change Your Life

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The Master Puppet

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It was the 78th day of protests. The taps had run dry and government had even blocked access to toilets. There was a feeling of immense tiredness but also uncontrollable anger in the polluted air. Then there were smoke and blows. The police were there, lathi charge had started, pellet guns were in play. Singh pushed his way and with all his might struck at the head of the first person not in uniform. The person fell down covering his head by his hands. After what seemed like an eternity and by then Singh had already laid waste to five … Continue reading The Master Puppet

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